AuburnScribbler

Thinking, An Acrostic

This is called poison today, replaced with

Happy impulses, so we can recycle deeds,

Igniting nothing, but yester year’s very bad

News, thus we ingest our chosen fume, to

Knead ourselves content, we belong, thus

Inclusion becomes our drug, and not the

Notion of improvement, which should be

Going around more often, than the hurt of reality.